(I guess the only reality is the one you seem to believe in.
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Well I'm walking out, this is the last time, I feel like shit.
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This isn't the way to treat old friends...)
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Let's go again
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Set me up
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Watch me stand on top of my old house
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Watch me spinning and watch me seeing the melon sky
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Oh, look it's so beautiful tonight
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But I was feeling so sweet
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I could barely breathe so deep
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But you had to come along
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You had to shatter everything
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Why'd you even fuck her in the first place?
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Friends don't mean a thing
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when you can actually feel the knife sticking in your spine
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For a second there I thought I was fine
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But oh, whatever
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I've tasted my own blood, and now every time you walk on by,
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I feel like spitting in your eye
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This is not the way I pictured getting hurt.
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The Art Of Misplacing Firearms
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| Saves The Day |
